Lala

Our little witch.

A beautiful fall morning, frost on my car's windows, the oak tree overlooking our patio is changing into a visual feast of mango, amber, ginger colored leaves. And as a linguist, I am completely in love with my daughter's baby language, she has a word for everything and she is consistent in using them. Because I am calling daddy as "babasi" (my dady), she actually started calling him "babasi", rather than "baba" (dady)...and for me, she has annanne (mommymommy).

My mode today: tired and bored.

As an antidote to sustaining my bourgeois existence in an American suburbia, I started reading the Feminine Mystique by Betty Friedan, and the Second Sex by Simone Beauvoir, planning to read some Kurt Vunnegut too, namely: Slaughterhouse - Five, Player Piano, A Man Without A Country, and the Sirens of Titan. Also, planning a romantic fall in ........Paris in November. Levent thinks it is a great idea. November in Paris. Still working on details. One thing is for sure - I will dress up and be in high heels.

Here is what Umberto Eco said about Kurt Vunnegut in Helsinki Times. Why on earth am I reading Helsinki Times?...Don't ask :)

http://www.helsinkitimes.fi/ht/articles/viewpoints/vonnegut_anti_utopia.php